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2. She, gen'rous, holds out to our sight
Riches which shall endure:
Not sparkling rubies half so bright:
Nor finest gold so pure.
3. Eternal pleasures fill her train:
Pleasures that never decay.
Come drink of bliss unmixed with pain,
And haste celestial joy.
4. Immortal crowns she now displays,
And thrones beyond the skies;
Accept her blessing while she stays,
And seize the glorious prize.
HYMN 14.
1. Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims
For all the pious dead;
Sweet is the Saviour of their names,
And soft their sleeping bed.
2. They die in Jesus and are bless'd;
How kind their slumbers are,
From sufferings and from sin released,
And freed from every snare.
3. Far from this world of toil and strife.
They're present with the Lord;
The labors of their mortal life
End in a large reward.
HYMN 15.
1. These glorious souls, how bright they shine!
Whence all. their white array!
How come they to the happy seats
Of everlasting day!
2. From torturing pains to endless joys,
On fiery chariots they ride,
And strangely wash'd their raiment white
In Jesus' dying blood.
